» every broken promise

C L E M E N T I N E "Picture yourself in a boat on a river, with tangerine trees and marmalade skies." The apology stung Clementine in the worst way. She hadn’t even considered how her nearly involuntary reaction would have affected her sister, and she immediately wished she could have been a little more delicate in her approach, but she’d just been so surprised. “Don’t apologize! We’ll just have to find a way to fix it!” Clem muttered, determinedly, to her sister. Clementine had every intention of finding whatever cure out there existed to rid her sister of...whatever had caused this. This place was full of strange magic, but surely not all of it was tainted. Perhaps that was just beautiful, naive little Clementine - struggling to see the silver lining - but it did nothing to stifle her determination to help her sister. She was so fully involved in her sister that she paid no attention to Kaos and what he was doing in the river. Melita was the most important thing in her world now. They had to keep eachother safe. They had to. Sooner than she’d have liked, Kaos called the attention away and down to the river. Again doing something nefarious that was outside of the flower child’s ability to comprehend entriely. The sunshine girl felt that she could do nothing but watch in a state of both abject horror and complete helplessness. She had no idea what to do - what she could do - in the face of the dead that Kaos had conjured. The overwhelming feeling of dread kept her frozen perfectly in place. She had seen these figures explode into light and dust, and here they were - just as real as the last time she’d set her eyes upon them. She took the comfort from her sister instinctually, standing sheltered under Melita’s wing, uncaring now about the strange sickly-sweet honey that dripped from her sides. A very real part of her feared the confirmation of her own mother’s demise. She watched in abject fear that Najya and A’mal would be the next to be produced from the bonelights, but did her best to quell the rising tide of terror by focusing on her friend that was already dealing with that very reality. Worried, orange eyes flicked over to Iskra, but Clementine had no idea of what to do or what to say help her friend. ”Melita,” she whispered, still looking at Iskra, ”what can we do?” image credit

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